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Confessions of a late Janeite
For a long time I
didn’t consider myself as a Jane Austen fan – a Janeite as I learned the term a few months ago. Of course I knew
the books, or at least I heard about them. But – the moment of truth – I was
about 16 when I first saw (saw, not read) the Sense and Sensibility. The Emma Thompson/Kate Winslet movie. And I
loved it. But still, the great recognition, the falling in love was still
missing. I mean yes, Willoughby was handsome and I admire Alan Rickman, but
come on... Neither of them is Darcy, am I right?
So I needed a few
more years for The Day to come... My sister showed me the Pride and Prejudice.
THE Pride and Prejudice. The BBC one. With Colin. And Jennifer Ehle. And I fell in love. Not just with Darcy, but with the whole ... Austen World! The atmosphere,
the characters, the dresses, the balls, the story amazed me and I thought how
wonderful it would be to relive or at least try to reproduce the Jane
Austen era atmosphere.
After I got
hooked, I not only watched the series many, many times, but I showed the
episodes to my best friends, and read the book in Hungarian and in English as
well, and read many others and I discovered other writers. By the way my
sister’s favourite is Wives and Daughters (also BBC with Justine Waddell) from
Elizabeth Gaskell's novel, but I don’t argue, because I love that too. So I think I can
say that slowly but surely now I understand a little more about the regency
era.







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